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"Life moves so slow when you're at home. Life moves so slow." Home by Vacations

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Y/N's POV

I sat down next to the couch, basically where Kiyoko was. I was in denial she died. All those interactions, all of those times we went out, all those times she said she'd protect me from everyone at volleyball practices, everything. It couldn't be all gone. Especially right in front of me. Sure, everyone else is dead, but there is literally someone right in front of me, dried blood on her disformed head.

T̶̹̟̜͉̩̞͓̦͎͌ͅȟ̷̬̯̩̣̼̤̘͇̼̋̅̿̂͂͊͜i̵̖͇̦͖̒̔̀s̴̢̡̠̭͕̹̱̔͛͐̅̈̆̔̕ ̶̨͓̻̳̀̐ẃ̷̼̻̕a̶̘̗̗̙̟̲̻̋̀͂̕s̴̨̻͎̜͙̭̬̍̌̈́̐̔̚ ̸͚͌̀ͅỳ̵̢̬̗̖̻͇̲͌̄ơ̷̹̝̻̳͈̪͓̼̼͒͂̀̓̈̏͝͝͠ͅů̸̜̠̞̱̽́̍̐͆́̈́r̶̖̟̍̾̒ ̴͎̫̖̺̳̉̆̿̿̿̀f̷̡̪̙̟̠̩̌̾̒̔̐̊͝͝ͅa̸̪̝̿̀̊̑͋̄̾͘̕͜ū̵̬̻̝́́̓̀l̴̟̩͈̳̲̥͎̭̏̒̽͗̈̌̿̈͝ͅt̵̢̺̤̹̘͌̂

My head snaps up, looking around.

"Chikara?"

"Darling? What are you talking about? He's dead. I mean, I did it with my own hands! Don't talk about him, only me!"

D̸͉̤̠̠͚̤͇̭̰̒́͜ơ̴͎̻͐̿͑̆͛̕͝ǹ̸̢̦̝͓͕ͅ'̵̡͕̏̔̓̅ͅẗ̴͍̣̻̪̣́̎̆̉̅̐͜͝͝ͅ ̸̖͚͈̤͚͎͍͚͋͗͌̀͂̕̚l̵̛͉̘͍̃͗͒̅̿̈́i̷̪̣̰͖̓̈́ś̵̘̝̤̯̩͓̂̐̓͋͆̐̍͌͠ͅṯ̴̞̜͈̞̘̼͈̞̱̈̈́̆e̶͉̯͂͑̈́̇̏̅n̴̞͎̼̩̒͂̓̂̅ ̵͓̝̈̈́̾̊̍̈́̇͗͝t̸͖̃̒̔̓̔̆̔͝o̵̧͈̞̖̼͎̥͗̈̈́̾̈́͐̕͘ ̷̡͇͙̞̠̏̓̓̒́̓͝ȟ̷̢̭̮̮̩̖̦̓͋͆̚ì̴̢̧̜͍̬͈̳͛͑̆̃ṃ̵̧̙͇͙̲̬͛͋̿́͌̐̒̎̏͠,̷͔̜͐̽̿̉̂͋ ̷̭͈̼̣̄̀̈́̽̓̕ṱ̸̹͚̈́̈͒̅̂ḫ̷͖̋̈́́̃̕͝͝i̵̛̮̲̫̲͖̖͎͚̾̂͗̃̒ͅŝ̶̡̛͕̪̮͇̖̪̓̃̑̓͒́̈́̈́͜ ̶̫̼̜̲͕̾̋̉̃͂̽̈́w̶͍̼̹̗̳̃̍̎̃̍͊͂̈́͂̅a̸̺̩͗͐̑̋s̷̢̲̜̼͍̯̤̪͇̰̀̒̋̌̑͐̚ ̷̤̲͉͇̜̦̜̫̜̜̈̿̈́͗̇͛̽͐̔a̶̛̙͚̩̻l̴͈̙͖͓̞͚̞̅̄͋͂̾͐͋͂̕l̸̞͍͔̬͍̖͆̿̒́̂͌͘ ̴̢͔̱̳̠̣̗̗͖̽̌̿ý̶͔̩̭͔̗̆̓̍̽̒̏̌̔͠ō̸̯͍̦͉̭̆̔u̶̢̻͉̫̙͛̅͆͛̊͐̑͝

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